Metaphor Childhood Poems

My family spoke two languages
I’m not the same
Results came in still thankless
Feels weird to be diagnosed anxious
Results so plain
I’m still hiding under several blankets
I ain’t...

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Under childish thumb
   picking dandelion teeth
stained in ochre crumb....

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This poem is a metaphor.



Crying tires,
shattered glass,
it all happened,
so very fast.

His life it flashed,
before his eyes,
a life swaddled in set ups,
and lies.

No direction,
for the good,
he...

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She’d pull the sun from the sky if it shone too bright
Drain the oceans purely out of malice and spite
Commission a fortress devoid of day's...

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Be with me for years, Or be with me just one night
I promise to go all out, Intertwined in covers of moonlight
I lust for your...

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He brings seashells to the seashore.
She sells shells and a whole lot more.
He surfs on highs of the sky in pictures of memories of times...

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Don’t you see the skip of my jolly heels,
skipping about the globe while planting stars?
Ask then from mother earth what joy she feels
When my rubber...

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When children,
we run confidently,
delighted...
Everything was a dream
in the plaintive universe...
life began
with the novel day coming...
Clouds in the air clapped
the spring flowers
the songs of joy...
 revel...

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Me: "Bing, the intended rhyme scheme for the poem below is ABABAB; and I made additional changes in line 9 of the poem in order...

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I always strove for perfection
It’s all or nothing, that what my mind said
Be the best or you’ll make everyone sad,
I couldn’t help but be bothered...

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Remote days 
       lovely smiles,
     childish thoughts...
  Today, exhumed realities !...

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My grief sits unopened
In a box with the rest of my childhood things
And every time I pull at the yellow satin strings
I'm reminded of why...

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Lost in his thoughts, 
clueless, or unaware. 
That the sun silently darkened,
The moon wept with fear.
Teardrops of shadows, 
Cascading from light. 
The lake fell silent,
Reflecting...

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*Image of Tea & More by EverPic.

The Mettle of Mom's Kettle

Dear mother's tea kettle.
She purges impurities daily.
She satisfies it with freshness.
Encounters gained exponentially.
She alights the...

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Belinda is so happy she has found her wings
Now she can flitter and flutter and do other things
That young, pretty fairy nymphs are prone to...

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